There was a truck driving down the highway in front of me. It swerved to the right, hit the side of a road sign, and rolled down a hill. I pulled over, ran down the steep embankment and held the hand of the man who took his last breath before my eyes. Then I ran over to where his brother lay in a thick tar substance from the accident. I stayed with him until rescue workers came.
Years later at the deposition, I was asked, how in the world did I get down the steep embankment? I said, "what do you mean?" It was a clear path so I just ran. The lawyers asked me to point to the photos of the accident scene where this "clear path" was.
Upon looking at the photos, I couldn't believe my eyes. There was nothing but thick overgrowth, briars, poison ivy, shrubs, bushes....all woodlands, with no path.
I couldn't believe it that in my mind, my determination to help those men at the time pushed me forward through all that mess to get to them to help them. That day, though, it looked like a clear path, with no obstacles.